Wells Fargo being out of commission today is really fouling my work.
In retrospect, I really regret posting this here. Sorry, all.
“I do not think that word means what you think it means.”
My day:
Gym well before dawn, need to lose weight.
Yogurt and a banana for breakfast, need to lose weight.
Soup and salad for lunch, need to lose weight.
Check internet before heading to Atlanta for healthy restaurants, need to lose weight.
Get to hotel, has free wine for an hour on the incredible rooftop bar absolutely georgeous sunset and nice warm day.
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“Calories, schmalories. I’ll think about it tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.”
“I do not think that word means what you think it means.”
Innocuousness is in the eye of the post reader?
I've been posting more in LTE than ymm, beer for a while now. My waistline appreciates it.
Woke up to empty sacks of Krystal’s strewn about the hotel room. Something bad happened last night, I fear.
“I do not think that word means what you think it means.”
Our February summer has been ushered out, rather unceremoniously.
My strawberry Pop-tart does not have enough frosting on it.
Anybody need anything hauled?